All Chapters of CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GOOD BOY.DOMINIC’S POV.The room spun gently when I sat on the edge of Marcus's bed. My head was light, my limbs heavy, my chest tight. I could still feel the remnants of last night, the warmth in my skin, the ache between my legs, the faint sting of guilt pressing down on me from the side I didn't want to think about. I was too aware of myself, of the way I'd left Cyrus alone, of the way I'd lied, of the choices I'd made. My hands rested limply on my knees, fingers trembling slightly, and I couldn't stop the shallow breaths.Marcus was across the room, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bottle he'd opened earlier. He didn't look at me immediately. He didn't need to. I could feel his eyes like a weight pressing into my spine, making me straighten slightly, heart hammering in my chest. He waited, calm and patient, knowing just how to make me squirm without touching me.“You’re here,” he said finally. His voice was low, controlled, but there was

A LOOKALIKE LOVERCYRU’S POV I should’ve gone home. Should’ve gone straight to the kitchen, stuffed my face with leftovers, taken a long shower, and ignored every fucking impulse crawling under my skin like it was trying to eat its way out. But instead, here I was—sweaty from the jog, chest still rising and falling heavy—and standing across the street from Byron Riley’s apartment like some psycho with no life.I didn’t even remember how I ended up here. My feet had dragged me across half the neighborhood like they had a mind of their own. One minute I was thinking about drills, about Timone’s face when the Employee showed up—about his face—and the next, I was meters away from the stupid perfectly manicured driveway of a stupid luxury apartment complex where that stupid, cocky bastard lived.Last time I did this shit, it was with Dominic. And now I was stalking Byron fucking Riley. Jesus Christ.Right on cue, a black car slid into the driveway, smooth as hell like it belonged in a co

A PROPER DATE.CYRU'S POV.I didn’t even feel my legs carrying me. Just one minute I was on the running, adrenaline still clinging to my skin, that fucking voice still crawling down my spine, and the next I was half-running down the room heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out.I needed to wash this off. All of it. His voice, my own shame, the sticky patch in my boxers I could feel cooling against my thigh. The second I hit the stall, I kicked the door shut behind me and yanked my hoodie over my head. My fingers were still trembling. I fumbled with the zipper of my jeans, swearing under my breath as it snagged once—twice—then finally gave way. My hands dove inside and Fuck. I winced. The dried mess clung to my skin, uncomfortable and humiliating, a smear of what the hell just happened all over me. I pulled everything down—boxers and jeans in one shove—and stepped out of them like they were a crime scene.There it was. The proof. My cock half-soft, glistening at the tip, st

I NEED HIM.CYRUS'S POV.I didn't mean to kiss him. i didn’t mean to find him like that, his voice behind that door, that laughter echoing from someone else’s house, like he’d already moved on, like i was just a fucking fever he’d sweated out two months ago the second i saw him—God. i fucking broke. he looked exactly the same and nothing like i remembered. hair longer, cheeks sharper, older somehow, jaw clenched like he’d been clenching it through the whole year just to keep from falling apart. I knew because I did the same.and his eyes.the second they met mine it was over.I slammed the door open and I kissed him like a man gone mad. like a plane crashing into a mountain, like a knife through a goddamn heart, i grabbed him by the face and i took his lips like they’d ever been mine to take.he didn’t pull away. his breath caught like a choke, his mouth opened against mine, and for one fucking second, the world stopped turning. My bones stopped aching.I had him .Then I pulled away

A NEW MAN.DOMINICS POV.the call came through just as i was starting to drift, Cyrus's sheets still warm from him, his scent stitched into the pillow my face was buried in, the room half-dark and too damn quiet except for the buzz-buzz of his phone near the edge of the bed, and it took me a minute to reach for it, my arm heavy like it didn’t wanna move, my brain not even clocking who’d call this early till i flipped the screen over and saw the name flash like a slap to the face—Festusof course it was fucking Festusi hesitated maybe a second too long before answering, thumb sliding over the green icon like i hated it but couldn’t stop myself anyway“Are you alive?” his voice cracked through, low, a little rough, sounded like he hadn’t slept more than an hour or two“barely,” i muttered, voice flat, sat up slow like the whole bed was trying to hold me down, “i’m breathing. what do you want”“wanted to know if you’re alright. you didn’t call”I snorted, rubbed a hand down my face, sta